Ferguson - Sit Down lyrics

(Hook) Pariah pariah We be coming for your ground n***a Pariah pariah So you better sit down n***a Pariah pariah If you tryin to act hard n***a Pariah pariah She gon' lay your a** down n***a (Verse) All about my money if you try to touch my paper Better sit your a** down before I make you meet your maker No mistaking leave them shaking , there ain't rules ain't gonna break them Got some n***as in the hood that got that heat like bacon Haters waiting like a past conversation They see me fall but I rise above the rim sponsored links Don't wait I ball taking off, like an astronaut When the block gets hot can't trust a cop Too much real n***as locked, some got real good judge That's why some stay weated up,and some be shooting slugs We all know the system's f**ed When it's not enough to feed your son Then they wonder why we taking stuff Freedom or free doom Either way we lose, lucky if you make it till 22 'Cause envious dudes gotta show up fuse And y'all get clapped if you tryin to use kung fu Make sure you eternally snooze, the game's got new rules You're screwed 'cause nowadays n***as using tools There's no more looking cool when your body's split in 2 (Hook) x2 Pariah pariah We be coming for your ground n***a Pariah pariah So you better sit down n***a Pariah pariah If you tryin to act hard n***a Pariah pariah She gon' lay your a** down n***a (Verse) Go and sit down boy A hundred round rounds boy UAV been deployed, working but I'm unemployed Working with your son and joy I put that on my mama Go and check the thermometer Body 'em Loose noose that hanging around b**h that can seek I be standing my ground Standing my ground Running that ran and random my mail go check the account Bad b**h stuck to me no siamese Sick like lime disease, think I need a finder's fee Behind the lead, I trip who's first plays honestly I peep on thursdays probably It's rapper worst case robbery Our body beats lay down in sheets And call the coroners, pa**port photo clean Looking like a foreigner VIP with auto doors, me I lean like I'm on syrup Cooking up that pancake mix that angel mama got me stirred Rope chain music, I'm an 1982 And now I'm breezing like Lou 'cause the money made me do it (Hook) x2 Pariah pariah We be coming for your ground n***a Pariah pariah So you better sit down n***a Pariah pariah If you tryin to act hard n***a Pariah pariah She gon' lay your a** down n***a